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2025 So Far

Sometimes, WordPress logging me out is enough to put me off posting. Blame passwords, which I can’t remember, because I have different ones if WP logged me out or I’m trying to comment on someone else’s blog post. I hate passwords. I follow healthy passwording guidelines and use a different password in every instance. Then I can’t remember them.

The Attack

So much has happened. On New Year’s Eve, New Orleans was attacked. A man in a truck ran down people on Bourbon Street. He killed fifteen people. Terrorists are such cowards. The city was rattled, horrified, grieving. We’re now on edge as everyone’s preparing for the Super Bowl to arrive. When we should be rejoicing, we’re jittery. The city has leapt out of the “murder capital of the country” hole it dug itself into. Violence has dropped off the cliff. Murder rates are down 50% from two years ago. It’s not just statistics. The feel of the city is different. I no longer use my anti-theft bar on my car because car jackings aren’t an every hour occurrence. Then we get attacked.

The 2025 Blizzard

The city was still reeling when we had an epic snow storm. I’m not kidding. it wasn’t a little dusting of snow. New Orleans got ten inches of snow. Ten inches. It snowed all day. And kept snowing. It was beautiful and absolutely surreal. While California was burning, we tied the record for an 1894 snowfall. Everyone was suspended between that childlike “Snow!” reaction and unable to comprehend what was going on. Climate change in action in real time.

The Death

My uncle died. At 93 years old, it wasn’t unexpected, but death does not respect expectations. Us six cousins lost our dads at regrettably young ages. Hebron never had kids of his own. He was an uncle in a way that shames me as an aunt. For ten days, we prepared for his passing then grieved. Grieving included a wonderful celebration with videos and storytelling and hats galore. But death is death, and it wasn’t fun.

The Wins in 2025 So Far

My two greatest accomplishments in 2025 have been the rescue of a lizard in the guest bathroom—they rode in on the spider lilies and lived in the tub for ten days until I was able to trap them in a jar and release them to the same place where the spider lilies hung—and the rescue of a frog from the hot tub—it suckered onto the cedar wall and wouldn’t let me coax it onto a piece of cardboard then Tom flipped it onto the concrete—Ack!!!—but it hopped off, brain damaged, I’m sure, but alive.

Welcome to 2025.

A green neon glow from the Sacred Palm onto a snowfall, one of the bigger surprises of 2025 so far.
New Orleans snow in the glow of the Sacred Palm–welcome to 2025 so far

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